18+ WARNING!

BONDITA

"Uhmmm..."

A soft moan slipped past my lips as I shifted slightly on the bed. The cool air kissed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My body felt weightless, as if I were floating-like an angel drifting in the heavens. It was an odd sensation-exhaustion and pleasure tangled together in a way I had never felt before.

So, so good...

My eyelids fluttered, my vision blurring as I adjusted to the golden morning light streaming through the windows. A sigh left my lips as my body stretched, every limb feeling looser, lighter. Today, I felt free. Completely free.

My muscles, usually stiff with tension, were relaxed in a way that almost felt sinful. It was as if I had been unchained from something unseen, as if my body had discovered a new language of pleasure, one that still lingered in the form of warmth and tingles.

I stretched my arms above my head, and in that small movement, I felt the sheets slide down my body. The moment the crisp air hit my bare chest, a gasp left my lips, and goosebumps erupted over my skin.

My breath hitched.

Slowly, hesitantly, I glanced down. My eyes widened in shock as I took in my own nakedness.

Oh. My. God.

A jolt ran through me as I flung the blanket away, my mind racing, heart pounding wildly against my ribs. Everything from last night crashed into my thoughts like an unstoppable storm.

The party.

The way I had deliberately made him jealous.

The way his eyes darkened, blazing with something raw and untamed.

And then... and then... last night.

His hands. His fingers. His mouth. His voice.

A whimper escaped my lips as my body tingled with the ghost of his touch. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but even that reminded me of the way he had held me, pinned me down, taken control of me in a way that both terrified and thrilled me.

He had touched me down there.

Pinched me. Slapped me. Punished me.

And every goddamn thing had felt good.

A deep, dangerous blush spread over my face as my fingers curled into the sheets. My lips trembled as I bit down on them, my mind drowning in memories of the way his hands had roamed my body, the way he had claimed me without hesitation.

Even now... even now, my body didn't ache. There was no soreness, no pain-just a lingering heat that made my stomach twist in something wicked and unknown.

A sudden panic gripped my chest.

Where was he?

I turned my head toward the other side of the bed, my heart pounding. The space beside me was empty-his warmth was gone. My breath hitched.

Had he left?

Was he still angry with me?

Because I had let another man touch me...

A lump formed in my throat as I hugged my knees to my chest, my fingers trembling slightly. He had been furious last night. I had seen it in his eyes, felt it in the way he had held me, touched me, punished me. But it hadn't been just anger...

It had been possession.

A shaky exhale left my lips as I forced myself to move. My hands gripped the sheets, and I slowly peeled them away from my body. My skin was flushed, marked in places where his fingers had gripped too tightly, where his lips had lingered too long.

A shiver ran down my spine.

He hadn't looked at me with disgust.

No...

His gaze had been devouring. Consuming.

He had wrapped me in his eyes as if I belonged to him, as if every inch of me was meant for him and no one else.

A deep blush colored my cheeks as I shifted, pressing my back against the headboard. My fingers brushed over my collarbone, trailing downward as if tracing the memory of his touch.

A shuddering breath left my lips as my fingers traced the softness of my skin. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, loud and uneven, as I sat there, my back pressed against the headboard, wrapped in nothing but the morning air and the memories of last night.

My fingers hesitated, hovering just above my collarbone before trailing downward, grazing over the flushed skin of my chest. My breath hitched as I brushed against my breasts, my fingertips barely making contact, yet the sensation sent an unfamiliar heat curling in my stomach.

I swallowed hard.

Why did I feel this way?

My fingers trembled slightly as they moved, brushing over the sensitive nipples, making my breath stutter.

A memory flickered-his hands gripping me, his touch firm, unrelenting. The way his lips had lingered, the way he had owned every inch of me with a gaze so intense it had made my toes curl.

A deep blush crawled up my neck, burning my cheeks.

I wasn't supposed to feel this... but I did.

A soft sigh left my lips as my fingers drifted downward, tracing over my stomach, feeling the slight indentations his fingers had left. My body remembered before my mind could catch up. Every place he had touched tingled, burned, ached-not with pain, but with something else, something new and unfamiliar.

I hesitated.

My legs shifted slightly, parting just a little as my breath grew shallow. But then without any hesitation I spread my legs more.

An odd curiosity filled me, a mixture of embarrassment and something darker, something thrilling. I bent forward slightly, my gaze trailing downward, to my pussy, my heart thudding in my chest.

The morning air felt thick, suffocating, as I remained frozen in place. My gaze, still locked onto the dried juices of mine, between my thighs, burned with an overwhelming mix of emotions-confusion, embarrassment, and something else, something far more dangerous.

My lips parted, but no words came out. My fingers trembled as they clutched the sheets tighter, a feeble attempt to anchor myself against the storm of memories flashing through my mind.

Last night.

The way he had touched me. The way he had taken control, leaving no room for hesitation, no space for refusal. Every inch of me had belonged to him in those moments, and now, as I sat there, staring at the proof of my surrender, a deep warmth coiled low in my stomach.

I bit my lip, my brows furrowing as my thighs instinctively tried to press together, seeking to hide, to erase the evidence of what he had done to me.

"Oh Meri Jaan, Gur toh aap apne aap ko aise rahi hain jaise hamari ungliyan abhi tak hai waha andar..."

(Oh my life, you're looking at yourself as if my fingers are still there inside...)

The deep, husky voice sliced through the silence like a knife, sending a violent shiver down my spine.

I gasped, my heart lurching in my chest as I whipped my head around, my eyes widening in shock.

He was there.

Sitting on the couch, bathed in the soft golden glow of the morning sun streaming through the windows. The sight of him stole the breath from my lungs. His broad shoulders leaned back with an ease that made my pulse race. One of his arms rested casually over the backrest, while the other held a cigarette between his fingers, the faint red ember glowing as he brought it to his lips.

Smoke curled around him like a sinful halo, framing his sharp, unreadable expression. His gaze-dark, intense, and knowing-was locked onto me, his lips curling into the faintest smirk, as if he had been watching me all along.

Humiliation crashed over me like a tidal wave, hot and suffocating. My body jerked in reflex, my thighs tightening as I instinctively tried to close my legs, to shield myself from his prying eyes.

But before I could-

"If you dare to close your legs..."

His voice was no longer teasing. It was low, commanding, laced with something dark that sent a tremor of something forbidden coursing through me.

I froze, my breath shuddering as my fingers dug into the sheets.

The cigarette in his hand burned softly as he took another slow drag, his chest rising before he exhaled, the thick smoke rolling from his lips in a lazy swirl.

His next words made my stomach drop.

"This time, I'll spank your little pussy"

My breath hitched, my entire body going rigid. My eyes snapped up to his, my face burning with mortification.

Oh, God.

No spanking!

A deep, unbearable heat coiled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire beneath my skin. My mind screamed at me to look away, to react, to do anything-but I couldn't. I was trapped.

Trapped beneath his gaze.

Trapped in the weight of his presence.

Trapped in the overwhelming realization that last night... had changed everything.

I could feel his eyes on me-penetrating, dark, and intense-like he was stripping me bare all over again with just his gaze.

My heart pounded loudly in my ears, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to move, couldn't force my legs to close. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, pulling me in like a magnet. I sat there, vulnerable, exposed, and yet... I couldn't look away.

He watched me, his gaze lingering on every inch of my body, his eyes searing through my skin, making me feel both small and helpless. It was as though he could see into the deepest corners of my mind, and the way his stare swept over me made me feel like I was trembling on the edge of something I couldn't control.

I gulped, trying to steady my breath as I tried to regain some sense of composure. I knew I had to say something-anything-to break the tension. The silence was too thick, too heavy with expectation.

"Smoking is not good for health!" The words came out of me before I could even think about them, a weak attempt to regain control of the situation.

His eyes, dark as midnight, flickered with amusement, but there was a cold edge to his expression, one that made my stomach flutter.

Slowly, he exhaled another plume of smoke, the curling tendrils lingering in the air around him. "A cigarette can't kill me, sweetheart."

His voice was low, rough with an undeniable edge, and the words sent a chill down my spine.

I bit my lip, feeling a sense of defiance surge within me. I didn't want to back down, not now, not when I was already teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

"Oh yes, it can..." I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "You need to stop it."

I could see the slight flicker of surprise in his eyes, but his jaw tightened in response. His lips curved into a smirk, and the dangerous glint in his eyes darkened even further.

Without breaking eye contact, he didn't put the cigarette back in his mouth. Instead, he let the smoke slowly escape from his lips as he leaned forward slightly, his posture shifting to something more commanding.

"Biwi, kuch zyada hi chinta nahin kar rahi aap humri?"

(Wife, aren't you worried about me so much?)

His words hung in the air, the challenge in them unmistakable. The way he said "Biwi" sent a jolt through me, as if reminding me of the power dynamics between us. I swallowed, suddenly aware of how my heart was racing again.

He knew exactly how to unsettle me, how to make me question everything, and in that moment, I couldn't deny the effect he had on me.

I was frozen. My heart raced, and my hands trembled slightly as I heard his words ring in the air. "Chup hogyi aap?... humne toh kuch kiya bhi Nahi aapko chup karwaane ke liye?"

(You've gone silent, I didn't even did anything to have you silence in the first place?)

His voice was dark, teasing yet filled with something much more intense. I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat flood my face. I wanted to respond, but my throat had tightened, and the words didn't come. I felt small under his gaze, as though I was caught in a web of his making, helpless to escape it.

With every passing second, I could feel him drawing closer, his presence consuming the space between us. The air seemed heavy, thick with tension.

"I... I want to go," I finally whispered, my voice shaky, not daring to look up. The words came out weak, unsure, as if I wasn't even convinced of them myself.

I watched as he threw his half-finished cigarette onto the small couch's cushion. The ember flared for a moment before it died, but I could still feel the heat of it. He didn't say anything, but his eyes never left me.

Slowly, he got up from the couch, his movements smooth and deliberate. Every step he took toward me made my heart pound harder in my chest.

My body tensed, fear creeping in as I instinctively took a step back, trying to create some space between us. But his next words cut through the silence like a sharp blade.

"Kaha jaaiyegi aap humse bacche ki jaan?"

(Where do you think you're going, jaan?)

I froze. My breath caught in my throat, my body going stiff with the weight of his words. The way he said it, the challenge in his voice, made it feel like there was no way out. He knew I couldn't leave, not truly. His presence was suffocating, and yet... it drew me in.

I didn't know how to respond. I was caught between fear, confusion, and something deeper I couldn't quite name. He moved like a predator stalking its prey, his eyes never leaving mine. Each step was slow, measured, his muscular body rippling with each movement.

I was all naked my legs plated, pussy all display for him.

With a hungry gaze fixed on my core, he crawled up the bed like a panther.

Each movement was controlled, deliberate - designed to make my heart race. I could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes dark with desire. "Such a pretty sight,"

He inched closer, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. His hot breath fanned across my inner thighs, making me shiver. He spread my legs wider, his large hands gripping my thighs possessively. "Look how perfect," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

His thumbs spread me open, exposing my most private part to his intense stare. I felt a rush of embarrassment and arousal, my face flaming. His tongue flicked out, parting my folds and swiping up my center. "And so sweet," he growled, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh.

He looked up at me through his dark lashes, his eyes glinting with mischief and unbridled lust. He spat on my exposed, quivering flesh, watching as the saliva dripped down between my swollen folds.

A shudder ran through me, not from disgust, but from the jolt of pleasure the crude act elicited. The cool wetness contrasted deliciously with the heat radiating from my core. It was vulgar, yes, but feeling his spit coat my intimate places sent a thrill straight to my clit.

He slowly lifted his head, his face glistening with my juices and his own saliva. His eyes locked onto mine, intense and demanding. They seemed to bore into my soul, claiming me as his. He crawled up my body, his large frame hovering over me, his face inches from mine.

He grabbed my jaw with his large hands, his grip firm yet commanding as he stared into my eyes. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he asked, "Kya wajah thi humhe jaalne ki, Jaan?"

(What was the reason behind making me jealous, jaan?)

His large hand slid possessively into my hair, fisting the locks tightly and pulling my head back. My neck arched involuntarily, exposing my throat to him. His eyes darkened as he watched my chest rise and fall with each breath, his thumb grazing my jaw with an unexpected tenderness that contrasted with his firm grip.

"Baatiye humhe? Aisa kya hua jo aapko humhe jaalne hua?"

(Tell me, what happened that made you want to make me jealous?)

He asked, his voice low and edged with frustration. His words hung in the air, demanding an explanation, but all I could do was feel the tension between us grow with every passing second.

I hesitated for a moment, the words forming on my lips but my heart pounding with uncertainty. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his, feeling the intensity of his stare as my voice faltered, barely a whisper. "I... I want to know if you have any feelings for me..."

The words hung in the air, fragile and vulnerable, and I held my breath, waiting for his reaction.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his jaw tightening, before he fisted my hair more forcefully, pulling me closer, making me look at him properly. His voice was sharp, yet strangely gentle, "Baatya nahi tha humne aapse? Nahi kar sakte aapse pyaar!"

(Did I not tell you? I can't love you!)

I couldn't stop myself, my fingers slowly reaching up to cup his face, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw as I asked, my voice trembling, "Kyu nahi kar sakte aap humse pyaar? Kyu nahi bhool sakte aap usse jo abhi zinda bhi nahi hai?"

(Why can't you love me? Why can't you forget her, the one who isn't even alive anymore?)

His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them, before his hand shot to my hair, gripping it tightly, pulling me toward him until the pain was almost unbearable. His voice was low, rough with emotion, "Aapko lagta hai hum uski wajah se aapko pyaar nahi kar sakte? Usko bhoola nahi sakte?"

(You think I can't love you because of her? That I can't forget her?)

The pain in his grip matched the fury in his eyes, and I knew, deep down, this was more than just about me.

I could feel my heart racing, the raw vulnerability in my chest pushing me to speak the words that had been plaguing me for so long. I swallowed, looking into his eyes, desperate to understand.

"But... why, Anirudh? Why can't you love me?" My voice trembled, barely a whisper, yet it carried all the pain and longing I had buried deep inside.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then, slowly, his hand released my hair. He moved toward me, his fingers gently cupping my face, and his touch sent a jolt of warmth through me. He sighed, his voice quiet but filled with so much sorrow, "Aap kyun nahi samajhti? Woh pyaar ka ehsaas mar gaya hai humare andar se... Haan, hum jaante hain aap chahti hain ki aapka pati aapko pyaar kare... Per aap hi baatayiye, Jo humare paas hai hi nahi, woh kaise de sakte hain hum aapko?"

(Why don't you understand? That feeling of love has died inside me... Yes, I know you want your husband to love you... but tell me, how can I give you something that I don't have?)

His words hit me like a storm, and before I could process them, I felt a tear slowly slip down my cheek. It was a soft, silent tear, yet it carried everything-everything I had been holding back.

Without a word, Anirudh closed the space between us. He gently kissed the tear that fell from my eye, and his lips lingered there for a moment. "Pyaar ka pata nahi... per aap humari jaan ban chuki ho!" His words were like a balm to my aching heart, but they also felt like a bittersweet truth.

(I don't know about love... but you've become my life!)

He leaned closer, his voice barely audible, yet the intensity of it filled the room, "Jab aap saath hoti ho, humhe kahin jaane ka mann nahi karta. Jab aapse thodi der ke liye door jana padta hai, toh lagta hai jaise puri duniya humse door jaa rahi ho."

(When you're with me, I don't want to go anywhere. When I have to be away from you for even a moment, it feels like the whole world is drifting away from me.)

He paused for a moment, swallowing hard, his eyes dark with emotion. "Pehle jab hum koi mission par jaate the, toh kabhi dar nahi lagta tha..." {By god I don't know what mission is called in Hindi bhakkk!!😭🔪}

(Before, when I used to go on missions, I never felt fear...)

He inhaled deeply, almost as if the words were hard to say. "Per pata hai aapko? Ab lagta hai dar... par meri liye nahi... humhe dar lagta hai ki agar us mission mein kuch ho gaya, toh aapka kya hoga?"

(But do you know? Now, I feel fear... but not for myself... I'm afraid that if something happens to me on a mission, what will happen to you?)

His grip on my face tightened slightly as he spoke, his gaze unwavering. "Dar lagta hai humhe ki agar kuch ho gaya, toh kaun rakhega aapka khayal?"

(I fear that if something happens to me, who will take care of you?)

His words, the rawness of his emotions, the depth of his love and fear, left me speechless. I could see it in his eyes-his fear, his pain, his struggle to love me when he thought he couldn't. And in that moment, I realized something-he had already given me more than he was aware of.

Anirudh's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his words heavy with emotion. "Saab ek tarf aur aap aur hum ek taraf pata hai Aapko... Aapke saath... wo jo maine kho diya tha, woh sab mere andar laut aata hai. Par ab bhi, ek darr hai. Darr hai ki agar humne Aapko apne dil mein jagah di, toh woh pyaar jo hum kabhi bhool gaya tha, wapas aa jayega, par saath hi... woh dard bhi."

(With you, everything I had lost, it all comes back to me. But even now, there is a fear. A fear that if I make space for you in my heart, that love I once forgot will return, but along with it... that pain too.)

He sighed, his hand gently caressing my cheek, his touch trembling slightly as though it carried all the emotions he was too afraid to show. His eyes were locked on mine, searching for something-perhaps an understanding, or maybe a reassurance.

"But... what if that pain is worth it?" His words were softer now, as if he was speaking more to himself than to me. "What if letting you in, letting myself love you, could heal the parts of me that I've buried so deep?"

Oh my God.

I think... I'll lose myself.

Why would a girl need love when she has a husband like him?

He kissed my cheek slowly, and the warmth of his lips sent shivers down my spine. His voice was soft, yet intense as he murmured, "Per dengye aap humhe sammne? Dehko Jaan, woh 3 shaabe toh koi bhi bol sakta hai, per hum woh nahi chahthe! Bolne ke liye toh hum kuch bhi bol sakte hain!"

(But will you listen to me? Look, anyone can say those three words, but I don't want that! To say something, we can say anything!)

His hand gently brushed against my cheek, his fingers lingering there as he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Pyaar kiya jaata hai, jaan... jaatya jaata hai, ... aur yaad karte hain hum aapse, jaan..."

(Love is something you feel, jaan... it's lived, it's shared... and I promise you jaan.)

"Jaab humhe aapse pyaar hoga, tab hum puri duniya ko chilaa chilaa ke baatenge..."

(When I truly love you, I'll shout it to the world.)

His words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, but it wasn't just his words that touched me-it was the raw, unspoken truth beneath them. My tears began to fall, not from sadness, but from a deep sense of happiness, relief, and affection.

I felt so special.

He was making me feel like I was the most important person in the world. And I realized, I could feel it now-he already loved me.

He just didn't want to admit it.

But I knew.

I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he spoke, in every touch he gave me. He loved me. He was just afraid to say it out loud.

My hands slowly cupped his face, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw softly as I gazed into his eyes. Every moment, every breath we shared felt like the world was finally coming into focus. And in that moment, nothing else mattered except the undeniable connection we had.

I felt my hands tremble slightly as they held his face, the warmth of his skin under my fingertips grounding me in this moment. My heart raced in my chest, emotions swirling within me-happiness, relief, and something deeper I couldn't name. I looked into his eyes, the intensity of his gaze making my breath hitch.

I spoke softly, my voice shaky with the emotions I was holding back. "Aap keh rahe ho ki aap pyaar nahi karte, par hum samajh sakte hain... Aapke har lafz, har chehre ki har muskurahat, sab kuch humko dikhata hai."

(You're saying you don't love me, but I can understand... Every word you say, every smile on your face, it shows me everything.)

A small, hesitant smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I added, "Aap chahe na chahe, humne jo mehsoos kiya hai, woh sach hai. Aapke andar jo pyaar hai, woh hum dekh sakte hain, Anirudh."

(Whether you want to admit it or not, what we feel is real. The love that's inside you, I can see it, Anirudh.)

I closed the distance between us slightly, my forehead resting against his. "Aap jo chhupane ki koshish kar rahe ho, woh toh hum jaan gaye hain... Aapka pyaar jo aapne apne dil mein band rakha hai, woh hum samajh gaye hain."

(What you're trying to hide, I already figured it out... the love you've locked in your heart, I understand it now.)

My hands gently cupped his face once more, as I whispered, "Aap jo bhi kehna chahein, hum samajh gaye hain... Aap humse pyaar karte ho."

(No matter what you say, I understand... you love me.)

His soft chuckle rang in my ears, sending a warm shiver down my spine. There was something so comforting about his laughter-gentle and reassuring, yet filled with the familiar warmth that always made me feel safe.

His eyes glinted mischievously as he said, "Pagle hai aap!"

(You're crazy!)

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, my heart doing a little flip. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling myself closer, feeling his warmth seep into me.

"Aapkelye Puri pagle hogyi Hu!" I whispered softly, my voice thick with emotion. I felt his body stiffen slightly for a moment, before he relaxed, his arms pulling me closer, as though holding me in place was something he never wanted to let go of.

(I've gone completely crazy for you!)

Then, without warning, he kissed my hair-his lips brushing against it in the most gentle, tender way. His touch was always so careful, as if he was afraid of breaking something so fragile, yet so precious.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth of his lips on my hair, and murmured, "I can't believe you're the same person..." My voice was barely a whisper, but I knew he heard me. I was still in awe, still shocked by how much he had changed in such a short time.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his brow slightly furrowed, a trace of curiosity in his eyes. "Why?" he asked softly, his voice carrying that familiar tenderness that made my heart race.

I took a moment, my face scrunching up as I tried to find the right words. It was hard to admit how much fear I used to feel when I was around him, but now it seemed like a lifetime ago. "Aap bhut kahdoss the pehle... Bhut dar lagta tha humhe aapse..."

(You were so hard-hearted before... I was so scared of you...)

The words tumbled out, unplanned but honest. I knew it was true-there was a time when just being near him, being in his presence, made me feel small and insignificant, afraid of what he might say or do. But now, everything felt so different.

He smiled at me then, that familiar, teasing smile I loved so much. His fingers gently ran through my hair, the soft strokes calming me instantly.

His gaze was soft, almost searching, as he asked, "Abhi nahi lagta dar aapko, humse?"

(Don't you feel scared of me anymore?)

I thought for a moment, tapping my chin in a playful manner, pretending to deliberate. My mind was racing with thoughts of how much he had changed, how much we had both changed.

Then, I raised my thumb and index finger in a small pinch, giving him a teasing look as I said, "Itnuuu sa dar toh lagta hi hai... Aap kabhi kabhi rakshas jaise dekhte ho!"

(I still get a little scared... sometimes, you look like a devil!)

I wasn't sure if I should've said it, but the mischievous grin on his face made me feel safe enough to joke around.

I was just being playful, but deep down, there was a truth to it. Sometimes, he still had this commanding, intense presence that could intimidate me, even though I knew he would never hurt me.

But when he smiled like that, when he was gentle, it was like he was showing me the side of him that I had always hoped for.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening slightly. "Rakshas?" he repeated, clearly amused.

(A devil?)

I couldn't help but chuckle nervously, biting my lip as I looked up at him. "Aree, handsome wale rakshas," I added, shrugging as if it was no big deal.

(Areee I mean handsome devil)

In his intense glare, my heart stuttered for a moment before he suddenly grabbed my legs, spreading them wide. His voice was dark with authority as he said, "Aur aaj yeh Raskh aapko kha jaaynge!"

(And today, this devil will consume you!)

I blinked rapidly, my eyes widening in disbelief as I whispered, "But it's early morning!"

He chuckled darkly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Do you think I care?"

He slowly one of my leg, his hands sliding up my body like a touch. They cupped my one breasts possessively, thumbs and index fingers capturing my hard peaks. He started to toy with them, rolling them between his fingers, pinching softly then harder.

His mouth followed the same path his hands had taken earlier. He kissed, nipped, and licked down my body. He paid special attention to my belly button, swirling his tongue around it. My stomach contracted from his touch. He continued downwards, his shoulders spreading my thighs wider.

He suddenly kneeled on the bed, his muscular arms lifting my legs up so that my feet were now perched on his broad shoulders. He buried his face in my feet, kissing each one gently. His large hands wrapped around my ankles, holding them securely as he began to kiss his way up my legs.

I don't know I want to say don't touch my feet but...

But I love the way he kissed me.

So I left all the tension and started enjoying...

I gasped as his stubble grazed my inner thighs, sending electric shocks straight to my core. His lips were soft yet demanding, leaving a trail of wet kisses that made me squirm.

I could feel his breath hot on my most intimate area, but he deliberately avoided it, teasing me mercilessly.

Unable to withstand the delicious torture any longer, I whimpered, "Anirudh... please." My voice quivered with desperate need.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, trying to guide him where I craved his touch most. He resisted, chuckling softly against my thigh.

"You're so sensitive here," he muttered, his lips hovering dangerously close to my center but never touching. He spread my thighs wider, his broad shoulders pushing them apart. "Do you like this?" He asked naughtily, his lips barely brushing against my inner thigh.

"Yes," I hissed as his lips grazed the sensitive skin near my hip bone. "God, yes." My back arched slightly off the bed. His lips twitched with unspent laughter.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

He was driving me crazy with his slow, torturous kisses.

Anirudh's fingers dug into my hips as he held them down, preventing me from wiggling any closer to him. "Not yet, my sweet Bondita," he whispered wickedly, blowing a gentle stream of air onto my damp folds. I moaned ,my hips jerking involuntarily.

I cried out, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion as he spoke, his tone cold and accusatory. "Kal Raat aap sogyi thi... Aapko ek bar bhi nahi laga ki humra kya haal bana ki sogi thi aap huh?"

(Last night, you slept... Didn't you even once wonder what state I was in while you slept?)

My eyes snapped open, staring at him in shock.

Wait what?

The warmth and passion from just moments ago evaporated, replaced by a chill that ran down my spine at his sudden change in tone. "What... what do you mean?" I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest.

He smiled, a wild, almost manic gleam in his eyes as he said, "I was jerking off because of you in the bathroom while you slept like a little baby..."

My face turned bright red as shame and embarrassment flooded through me. "Because... because of me?" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.

Oh. My. Dear. God.

Why am I feeling so wet hearing that???

"Mmm," he murmured against my thigh, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin. "Only you, Little angel. Only your body, your face, your voice in my head while I touched myself." He nipped at my inner thigh gently, his hands tightening on my hips.

I bit my lip, trying to process the raw intensity of his confession. His words sent a mix of shock and arousal coursing through me. He continued to kiss my inner thigh, each touch more intimate than the last. "You have no idea what you do to me,"

His lips moved higher, closer to my center. "The way you sleep, so peacefully, so unaware of the effect you have on me..."

He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against my core. "You smell so fucking delicious, Jaan."

A kiss on my core

"Sweet and innocent asleep, while I was in the bathroom..."

Another kiss closer to my clit

"Stroking my cock thinking about this perfect pussy."

A kiss on my clit.

I almost jumped. "You should be careful around me, Bondita. I might do something irresponsible."

"Like what?" I breathed out softly, my body tensing slightly.

I think I'm mad for asking that question...

Because I knew the answer.

His lips curved wickedly against my inner thigh. "Like spreading your legs and feasting on this sweet pussy."

His thumbs spread me apart slightly. "Or pushing my cock inside you and taking you hard that you'll forget you own name"

God...

"Like fucking you senseless while you're tied to my bed." He paused, his breath hot against my core.

"Is that what you want to hear, Bondita? You want to know how badly I crave you?" His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I whimpered, my hips lifting slightly in invitation.

I was playing with fire, but I couldn't help myself.

I wanted to know just how far he would go. His words painted a vivid picture in my mind, one that both shocked and excited me.

"Careful what you wish for, my greedy little angel," he growled, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my thighs.

He dragged his tongue along my slit in one long, teasing stroke. "Mmm, delicious," he murmured appreciatively, savoring my taste.

He started to eat me out slowly at first, his tongue swirling around my clit before dipping inside my pussy. "Oaahhh...uhm"

Oh yes I'm an angel...

I'm in heaven.

He was taking his time, enjoying the taste of me. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, keeping them spread open for his pleasure.

"So sweet and so tight," he muttered against my pussy, his fingers reaching up to spread my lips apart even more. His hot breath fanned over my clit before his tongue began to flick over it rapidly. "This little pussy belongs to me, doesn't it, Bondita?"

I moaned loudly, my fingers gripping his hair tightly as his tongue worked my clit with precision. "Yes," I gasped out, feeling my arousal spike even further. "It's yours...Only yours, Anirudh..." I panted, my legs shaking slightly. "

"Good girl," he purred, his voice muffled against my most intimate flesh. His hands moved to my backside, squeezing it possessively as he pulled my hips closer to his face. "Only I can touch you here, only I can kiss you here, Only I can taste this sweet pussy," he continued, his tongue diving back into my folds.

He sucked on my clit gently, then harder, making me cry out in pleasure. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, holding me firmly against his mouth as he devoured me.

"And only I can make you feel like this," he growled, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh. He curled his fingers slightly, pressing them against my backside possessively. "No one else, Bondita. Understand?" He punctuated each word with a flick of his tongue.

"Yes... only you," I whimpered, lost in a haze of pleasure. My body trembled under his skilled mouth, waves of ecstasy crashing over me with each stroke of his tongue. I tangled my fingers tighter in his hair, holding him close, never wanting him to stop.

He groaned against my pussy, the vibration sending electric shocks through my body. "You're so fucking responsive," he murmured, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on my clit. "I could eat this sweet pussy all day"

As he continued to lick and suck at my pussy, his tongue suddenly moved lower, trailing down my sensitive folds until it reached my back entrance.

He paused there for a moment, his hot breath ghosting over the tight ring of muscles before his tongue pressed gently against it.

Oh. Noooo

I don't feel right.

That's to much there.

"No-no-no... not there," I gasped, practically jumping away from his face.

My cheeks flushed deep red, embarrassed by my immediate rejection. "Anirudh, seriously, NO!" I covered my face with my hands, completely rattled. "Not there..." I mumbled through my fingers.

He chuckled mischievously, his warm breath tickling my sensitive backside before he moved his tongue back to my more familiar territory. "Alright, alright, my little innocent angel,"

he teased, licking my lower pussy lips possessively. "No backside, then?"

He dove back between my legs, his tongue working my pussy with renewed vigor, as if to make up for the rejected area. "Only this sweet little pussy then," he murmured against my folds, his fingers spreading me open wider. "Just these pretty lips and this sensitive clit..."

While his tongue worked my clit in slow circles, he slowly pushed one finger into my tight entrance. "Fuck, you're so tight," he muttered against my wetness, pushing his finger in deeper.

His tongue continued its rhythm, driving me wild as his finger moved in and out slowly, stretching me.

He curled his finger inside me, brushing against that special spot that made my toes curl. "Oh god..." I moaned loudly, my hips instinctively rocking against his mouth. He responded by adding a second finger, stretching me further as his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, scissoring them to stretch me open. His tongue never stopped its relentless assault on my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. "You're taking my fingers so well," he praised against my pussy.

He curled his finger inside me, brushing against that special spot that made my toes curl. "Oh god..." I moaned loudly, my hips instinctively rocking against his mouth. He responded by adding a second finger, stretching me further as his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit.

"Like this?" He picked up the pace with his fingers, shoving them deep inside me. His thumb suddenly pressed down on my clit, making me cry out sharply. "Or like this?" He added a second finger, slowly stretching my tight pussy to accommodate it.

"God yes..." I moaned softly, my body relaxing as his fingers moved easily in and out of me. "It feels... full..."

He took the opportunity to add a third finger, pushing them deep inside me. "Oh...big..to big......" I hissed, my inner muscles clamping down around his invasion.

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered against my inner thigh, adding some gentle sucking kisses there while his fingers continued moving inside me. "This is nothing compared to my cock, You think three fingers are a lot?"

He warned, his voice dropping into that deep, husky tone that made my insides flutter.

"My thick head alone is bigger than this," he growled, his fingers curling inside me to mimic the shape of his manhood. "And length? Forget about it. You'll be stretching around me, begging for it to stop hurting."

"Oh god, you're scaring me, Mr. Devil!" I cried, my voice rising sharply as his fingers pumped faster.

"Ohhh so-so big... please" I moaned loudly, my inner muscles tightening around his hair.

"Your pussy is tiny," he muttered, spreading my folds with his spare hand to watch his fingers sliding in and out.

Oh god you idiot bondita!

Shut the fuck up!!

"Please, stop... talking," I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand as he continued to finger me roughly. "Just... just shut up and- ah!- and make me come already!" I demanded, my face flushed and my eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

He chuckled deeply at my demand. "Feisty," he muttered, then dove back between my legs. He spread my thighs wider apart, lifting them over his shoulders. His mouth covered my pussy hungrily, sucking hard on my folds, licking deep inside like he was starving.

"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" he murmured against my wetness, removing his fingers to replace them with his skilled tongue. He moved them in quick succession - fucking me with his tongue, then moving his fingers back inside, alternating between the two as I writhed beneath him.

"You want something, baby?" he teased between licks, his tongue darting out to lap at your clit teasingly. "Cause we both know begging works better than demanding..." He plunged two fingers back inside, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot dead-on.

"Mmm, that's more like it," he purred against my pussy, redoubling his efforts. His tongue flicked rapidly over my clit as he pumped his fingers harder, deeper. The wet, sucking noises mixed with my desperate moans, filling the room with raw, primal sounds.

"Ah ah ah!" I squealed sharply as the pleasure intensified, my body tensing. His tongue lashed my clit mercilessly while his fingers plunged, brushing against that magic spot inside me over and over. "Fuckyygeeee... "

What am I even saying??

My back arches off the bed as the most intense pleasure I've ever felt rips through me. His fingers hook inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur and my mind go blank. "AAAAHHH!"

As the waves of my orgasm begin to subside, I collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily. Anirudh slowly pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off with a wicked grin. "Delicious," he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied.

I fell back on the bed as he loomed over me, my eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling rapidly from what had just happened.

And somehow, thanks to Priya... her idea worked.

Making him jealous was worth it.

My eyes shot open when I felt his fingers wrap tightly around my jaw, his grip firm, possessive. His voice was a low, menacing growl.

"If you think making me jealous is worth it, then you're so wrong, Jaan. Kyuki aap kaise aur mard ke bhi paas jaayigi toh usko hum jaan se maar denge..."

(Because if you even go near another man, I will kill him...)

His eyes burned into mine, dark and unwavering. "Yeh aap chahti hai toh aise kuch kariye aur..."

(If that's what you want, then go ahead and try...)

Then, his expression twisted into something even more dangerous. "Aur aapko itna kaam kyun karna tha, Jaan?"

(And why did you have to work so much, Jaan?)

His smirk deepened as he continued, his words laced with mockery. "Hum toh woh kaun hai... Devansh ki biwi... usse bhi jalan ho rahi thi!"

(I was even jealous of that Devansh's wife!)

My eyes widened before, suddenly, I burst into laughter.

Oh my gosh.

He was jealous of anvika??

That insane.

He's insane...

But my laughter slowly faded as I watched him adjust his pants, a low growl escaping his lips. My breath hitched, and my gaze hesitantly drifted downward.

My eyes widened in shock as I took in the sight before me-his shorts straining against the undeniable proof of his desire. The outline of his bulge was to big.

A shiver ran down my spine, realization dawning upon me. I knew... I would die taking him. This was impossibly-too much, too overwhelming.

Swallowing hard, I hesitated before lifting my gaze back to him. My voice came out in a barely audible whisper, laced with both curiosity and hesitation.

"Humhe dekhna hai aapko...?"

(Do I... get to see you?)

It was more of a question than a request, uncertainty flickering in my eyes as I waited for his reaction.

His eyes locked onto mine, and instead of adjusting his shorts again, he reached for my jaw, his touch firm yet teasing. Slowly, he pressed a lingering kiss against it, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Aap dar jaaiyegi, bachha!"

(You'll get scared, baby!)

Bachha??

Huh?

BUDDHA!!!

I scrunched my face in protest, crossing my arms stubbornly. "Nahi darenge hum! Dekhiyena humhe!!"

(I won't be scared! Just let me see!)

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Yeh bahar aa gaya na, bachha, toh aapko dekhne se zyada kuch karna padega. Jo hum jaante hai aap nahi kar payengi! Isliye jaaiye, tayar ho jaiye, aaj haldi hai aapki dost ki!"

(If it comes out, you won't just be seeing it-you'll have to do much more. And I know you won't be able to handle it! So go, get ready, it's your friend's haldi today!)

I frowned, biting my lip. He was actually right. I... couldn't handle him.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

With a huff, I scrambled away from him, grabbing the sheets and wrapping them around my body.

He chuckled again, eyes filled with mischief. "Abhi kya chhupna, Jaan? Jo dekhna tha, woh dekh liya hai humne!"

(Why are you hiding now, Jaan? I've already seen everything!)

I shot him a glare but didn't say a word, moving swiftly to the cabinet to grab my clothes. But instead of dressing there, I darted toward the bathroom.

Just as I reached the door, I turned back, unable to resist getting in the last word.

"Hum bachha hai toh aap Buddha hai ek number ka!"

(If I'm a baby, then you're the biggest old man ever!)

His eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could react, I stuck my tongue out at him and slammed the bathroom door shut.

My heart pounded in my chest.

Oh God.

I just mocked the devil.

But I know I'm safe.

He's just the misunderstood villain...

His heart beats the same way as ours. Beneath all that coldness, all that arrogance, he's just a man who's been shaped-no, curled-by the cruelty of this world.

He isn't heartless. He isn't unbreakable.

He's still a kid deep inside, one who craves love and attention but doesn't know how to ask for it.

I let out a deep breath, my fingers loosening their grip on the sheet. Slowly, I let it slip off my body, pooling at my feet as I stepped toward the large tub. The warm water glistened invitingly, steam rising in delicate swirls.

Sinking into the soothing embrace of the water, I closed my eyes, allowing the tension in my body to melt away. The events of the morning replayed in my mind, his voice, his touch, his possessiveness... everything about him.

And yet, despite his rough edges, his darkness, I knew one thing for sure.

I would give him everything.

All the love, all the attention, every piece of warmth he never received.

Because no matter how much he tried to hide it, he needed it-needed me.

As much as I needed him in my life.

My devil, my husband.

My Anirudh.

TO BE CONTINUED

Anirudh Roy Choudhury...

Hi, my fans! And also my haters. *Smirks*

Let's play a game, shall we?

(I was forced-ahem-politely requested by my little wife to do this. Ugh, isn't she cute?) *Sighs dramatically*

Alright, let me explain the rules. You can ask me anything-about my past, my present, or what's happening right now. Any questions related to me and my Bondita... whatever you want.

And in the next chapter, I'll consider answering.

Rolls eyes But listen carefully-anything doesn't mean everything! So choose your questions wisely. (Oh just kidding... Bondita said be nice!)

Am I bringing nice? (Dare you to say no, and I'll slice you heard off your body!)

Don't forget who I am.

Anyway BYE! (FUCK OFF!!)